The Fields of Indiana Corn

Finding ourselves doesn’t require courage.
Challenging ourselves to find the courage
remains the requirement.

It was from within the middle of many an Indiana field of corn – that my friends and I searched for ourselves.  The corn was not yet Monsantoized, but the Maize had long ago been stolen.

The history of the corn surrounded us – but we did not hear.  The future of the corn surrounded us –  but history is not taught here.

The Vietnam War had just ended.  Evidently we had won.

The corn had ears – only the corn would listen.

We were just kids – kids climbing Indiana trees.

Indiana trees…

“Indiana trees hangin’ us instead of leaves…”

The corn had ears
we have eyes.
Indiana shade trees –
ropes fear the light.

We the kids eventually forgot about the fields of corn, and what we didn’t know about the trees…we wouldn’t need to forget.

I went West…to find myself again.

It was from within the middle of many a Washington field of potatoes, wheat and apples – that we young adults found ourselves searching in.

The wheat was subsidized – apples were already “Monsantoized”
Iraq – Vietghanistan – Anthrax and Patriot Acts.

The Washington potatoes have eyes
the Indiana corn had ears.